Jonas was not a man who was ever going to admit when he was weak, or when he needed help. It wasn't so much that he considered it dishonorable as that he had too much pride to let himself break down. And that little girl - demon - done more damage than he liked to admit. He'd known the moment he sensed her that things were going to end badly, and though he could feel that he was beat up, it was nothing time couldn't fix. Magic was on his side, after all, and once he'd gotten back to his apartment, he'd made sure the wards were in place and collapsed on the couch. He never even made it to the bed for a proper night's sleep, passing out with late night talk shows and infomercials on in the background.
The thud that came from the kitchen startled him out of his sleep, and though his body hurt, everything in Jonas tensed. Once a soldier, always a soldier, and in an instant he was ready to fight again if he had to. Not he wanted to, he didn't, and no one should have been able to get in with all the magic he'd put on the place. It was only when he heard the voice that came next that he relaxed.
"Selena," he breathed, reaching over for her as soon as she was close enough, kissing her softly. There was nothing that made him feel better than this right here. "Met a demon." Before she could worry, he leaned up to kiss her forehead. "It looks worse than it is, I'll be fine."